WangXian: Reunited ✔

Extra (LZxJC): Ghosts Of The Past

~LAN ZHAN'S POV~

Lan Zhan hurried over to the Hanshi, walking as fast as he could without running. He had been away with Wei Ying, but had rushed here as soon as he heard the news: Sect Leader Lan was hurt. His brother had gotten injured on a night hunt, and he was in serious condition. The healers were working nonstop, and had managed to stabilize his condition. But Lan Zhan needed to see for himself that brother was alright. If something ever happened to Lan Xichen, he would never forgive himself. 

Bursting into the Hanshi, he nearly knocked the door right off its hinges. "BROTHER ARE YO-" Lan Zhan's eyes widened, his jaw dropping at the sight in front of him. Whatever he was about to say immediately died down in his chest, and his adam's apple bobbed. He swallowed, unsure of what to do. 

Jiang Wanyin was kneeling beside Lan Xichen, his lips moving as intelligible words came pouring out of his mouth. One hand gripped Xichen's, the other clenched in a tight fist. His hair was loose, and his eyes were puffy with a certain redness to them. But no- that wasn't what shocked Lan Zhan the most. What surprised him was that Jiang Wanyin was crying. The tears were trailing down his cheeks as his face crumpled in despair. 

Lan Zhan felt awkward, having caught the Sect Leader in such a vulnerable state. He wasn't quite sure how to approach this. On one hand, he desperately needed to see brother. But on the other, he didn't really know how to deal with a grown man crying. The last time he had seen something like this, was when Wei Ying died and he was left alone in this world. Back then, all Lan Zhan wanted to do was dwell in the numbness, not wanting anyone to bother him. But this was different. Brother was still very much alive. 

Lan Zhan paused, still in shock at the sight before him. He frowned, since when did Jiang Wanyin cry? For god's sake, the man almost never cried. He was always the impenetrable Sandu Shengshou, the grumpy asshole that got on everyone's nerves. The only time Lan Zhan had seen the other man break down in tears, was the first siege of Burial Mounds- that same siege that took away his Wei Ying. 

His frown deepened, the acid tone of bitterness clouding his mind. Jiang Wanyin had hurt Wei Ying. He had raised arms against his own brother. Yunmeng Jiang Sect disciples had slaughtered the Wen's just as much as Jiang Wanyin himself had. The betrayal had hurt Wei Ying deeply, causing so many sleepless nights and panicked screams. It took a long time before his beloved could finally sleep with ease- without the ever plaguing nightmares haunting his mind. 

"L-Lan Wangji," Jiang Cheng hiccuped, frantically trying to fix his appearance. But judging from the hesitant look on the other mans face, he was sure that the damage had already been done. Throwing his hands up in defeat, Jiang Cheng glared at Lan Zhan. "What do you want?" he muttered, putting a protective hand around Xichen. 

Lan Zhan's eyes narrowed. What? Did Jiang Wanyin think that he was a threat now? Did he sprout fangs? Was he planning on eating his own brother?! 

Lan Zhan felt his eyes harden, his lips twitching down in a frown. "Why can't I come?" 

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, gesturing at Lan Zhan. "Have you seen yourself? You look like you want to butcher something." 

Lan Zhan felt a slight smirk come across his face. "Not something, just someone." 

Jiang Cheng scowled at him, hints of amusement glinting in his violet eyes. "A-Huan would be mad at you if you killed me," he announced, a smug grin on his face. 

Lan Zhan felt his jaw tightening, his knuckles turning white from the death grip he had on Bichen. That fucker. Lan Zhan knew damn well that Jiang Wanyin never called his brother A-Huan. He was just flaunting their relationship, hoping to get a rise out of Lan Zhan.